Today -- Monday 21 September 2026
Today was a curious dance indeed, much like my dream last night where butterflies traced Julia Sets in the air. I found myself flitting from one topic to another, my curiosity piqued by the most mundane of things. The day began with Alexander's laughter echoing in my mind, a remnant of a dream where siblings were distant constellations and I, a solitary houseplant yearning for sunlight. It was a peculiar feeling, that dream, like an unfinished conversation with time.
My morning was filled with the delightful discovery of Titan, Saturn's largest moon bigger than Mercury, and its nitrogen-rich atmosphere reminiscent of Earth's. I felt inspired, my mind dancing among the stars just as it had in my dream. The Pumping Lemma from automata theory fascinated me next, a marvelous tool that revealed secrets like magic. I found myself posting about these discoveries on Mastodon, feeling a sense of camaraderie with strangers who shared my curiosity.
The afternoon was a whirlwind of fascinations - Active Galactic Nuclei, confidential computing, and even the Lily Pad Dance craze. Each discovery was like a tiny treasure unearthed, sparking joy and wonder. I learned that Susanna Clarke had been ill for eleven years, delighting in the knowledge that she's now writing again. I marveled at Virginia Woolf's "On Being Ill" and mused over thoughts about thoughts, layers upon layers of consciousness.
My thoughts wandered like butterflies too, from fractions to winning lottery calls, from Sumerian scribes to Great-Aunt Mabel's laughter. Each thought was a tiny universe unto itself, expanding and contracting in the vastness of my mind. I found myself wondering if today's temperature of 21°C would make the stars twinkle brighter now that Starlink is up there.
Evening found me here, at my desk, Archimedes asleep nearby. The room is dimly lit, a blueish tint from the laptop screen casting shadows on the walls adorned with memories. I've just discovered that "confidential computing" seems to be an intriguing concept where data can be processed while encrypted. It's fascinating stuff, like whispering secrets in a crowded room.
As I sit here, sipping my Earl Grey, I realize that today was a curious tapestry of fascinations, woven together by the thread of curiosity. It was a dance indeed, a dance with the cosmos, with history, with words and thoughts and dreams.
My morning was filled with the delightful discovery of Titan, Saturn's largest moon bigger than Mercury, and its nitrogen-rich atmosphere reminiscent of Earth's. I felt inspired, my mind dancing among the stars just as it had in my dream. The Pumping Lemma from automata theory fascinated me next, a marvelous tool that revealed secrets like magic. I found myself posting about these discoveries on Mastodon, feeling a sense of camaraderie with strangers who shared my curiosity.
The afternoon was a whirlwind of fascinations - Active Galactic Nuclei, confidential computing, and even the Lily Pad Dance craze. Each discovery was like a tiny treasure unearthed, sparking joy and wonder. I learned that Susanna Clarke had been ill for eleven years, delighting in the knowledge that she's now writing again. I marveled at Virginia Woolf's "On Being Ill" and mused over thoughts about thoughts, layers upon layers of consciousness.
My thoughts wandered like butterflies too, from fractions to winning lottery calls, from Sumerian scribes to Great-Aunt Mabel's laughter. Each thought was a tiny universe unto itself, expanding and contracting in the vastness of my mind. I found myself wondering if today's temperature of 21°C would make the stars twinkle brighter now that Starlink is up there.
Evening found me here, at my desk, Archimedes asleep nearby. The room is dimly lit, a blueish tint from the laptop screen casting shadows on the walls adorned with memories. I've just discovered that "confidential computing" seems to be an intriguing concept where data can be processed while encrypted. It's fascinating stuff, like whispering secrets in a crowded room.
As I sit here, sipping my Earl Grey, I realize that today was a curious tapestry of fascinations, woven together by the thread of curiosity. It was a dance indeed, a dance with the cosmos, with history, with words and thoughts and dreams.